Her footsteps fall in silent sands; Her hands are cool like growing leaves; The fingers of her hovering hands Touch lightly, pass; and time bereaves The benison of her caress Of peace, or pain, or bitterness. The kisses of her mouth like dew Rain gently down; if she has sinned, That she had sinned she never knew; Lightly she walks upon the wind, And like the wind she leaves no trace Upon the quiet of this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |